ephemeralol:

Damien Hirst

From the Cradle to the Grave

2000

Glass, painted steel, silicone rubber, half a chair, half a table, half a clock, half a suit, telephone, newspaper, credit card, pen, pencil, half a cup, half a cardigan, half a tea cup, half a chair, jam sandwich, biscuit box, spectacles, newspapers, books, half a clock, glass, false teeth and wooden walking stick

2130 x 3050 x 2440 mm | 83.9 x 120.1 x 96.1 in

martinekenblog:

Miriam Galassi Art

tardisity:

The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realist shit ever then you can get right on outta town.

satans-fabulous-blog:

morphingly:

brightredkettle:

are you the SAT because i’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes

with a ten minute break halfway through for snacks

That’s the most reasonable pick up line I’ve ever heard. You’re hired.

br000t:

logo by [x]

(Source: moya-preshovic)

(Source: minimal-clothing)

redskiesoverparadise:

filthymitts:

theblackship:

ilvalentinos:

robert-pattinson-hates-his-life:

Rob talking about a stalker he had in Spain.

HE COMPLAINED ABOUT HIS LIFE. 

TO A FAN.

FOR TWO STRAIGHT HOURS. 

Bless this man.

the man. the myth. the legend.

this damn troll

I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but it’s definitely worth a second post.  

childhoodgames:

i like how yahoo aren’t even trying to hide that no one likes this

evilhasneverloveyou:

something-like-joy:

Heath Ledger winning an Oscar for ‘Best Supporting Actor’ for his role as ‘The Joker’ in The Dark Knight (2008)

(Source: youreinnewy0rktoday)

foodnun:

thefrogman:

Get a giant telephoto lens. Start zoomed all the way out. Step back a few feet and zoom in so the object is the same size. Repeat.Or it’s witchcraft and we need to set this photographer on fire. 

(Source: finalellipsis)

lust—-for—-life:

befittingfitness:

NO.

fuck that shit, I like Tumblr with gay porn on my dash

ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life